Gisaeng, my love

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

A young man of a higher class falls in love with a gisaeng. Will they be able to overcome the challenges presented to them by the cruel and judgmental society? Set in Korea 17th century

Chapter 1 (v.1) - My Gisaeng

Submitted: January 20, 2013

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Submitted: January 20, 2013




Chapter 1


Bae rushed home from school. He had stayed after school to get some extra work. He was the best in his class. As he walking past the river, he froze. He saw the most beautiful girl he had ever seen in his life.

She was sitting by the river. Her black hair was long and reached her back. Her complexion was just right; the sun complemented it so well. She only wore her inside garments. It was a white dress with see through arms and just above her cleavage. Bae could only see just the top of her cleavage. The dress clung on her revealing her shape. He had never seen a woman this naked before. Her clothes were neatly folded and on the rock. She was so beautiful, it crippled him. He could not move.

She looked up and saw him staring at her. He noticed so much sadness on her face. Her eyes were red. She was crying.

“What are you glaring at?” she called out.

His brain finally connected with the rest of him. He quickly turned away and looked to the side. Something he should have done when he first saw her.

“Forgive me” Bae apologised.

“You cannot stare at my nakedness for free, go away!”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, go away”

“But you are crying”

The girl threw a stone at him and it hit him square on the ear. He jumped and touched his ear.

“I said go away” She called out and threw another stone at him. She had a pretty good aim, he thought to himself as he ran away. Each stone she threw hit him.

Bae finally got home.  Hyo; the family slave greeted him at the gate and carried his books. “Welcome back young master” he said.

“Hello Hyo” Bae said with a smile. He went to greet his mother who was in her quarters sewing. Bae took his shoes off and went in.

“Mother it I” he announced before going in.

“Come in my son” she said. Lady Eun was always happy to see her son.  He joined her for dinner. Her husband was out of town on business. Bae was oddly quiet. He usually liked to talk about his day and all that he had learned. He said nothing was wrong, she believed him but why was he so quiet. After dinner, Bae retired to his chambers. He usually read a little before bed but he could not read. The memory of that beautiful girl still played on his mind.

He had never seen anyone so beautiful in his life. But why was she crying? He wished he had asked, but how could he; with stones flying at his head. He laughed as he rubbed his bruised ear. She had a pretty good aim. He wondered to himself if he would ever see her again. If he ever did, he vowed that he would sum up the courage to ask for her name.

Bae had never been good with girls. Books, literature, poetry, tuho (Korean game, throwing sticks into canister) – that he was good at; girls that was a whole different story. As long it required yes or no replies or directions then it was fine. 

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